you run like sores. you're fucking infected. i'm still bored. i'll see the resurrection. the testament, the sacrilege, the precipice, the deficit. i'll kill the motherfucking rest of it. god's not on your side, your faith is a lie. so take your fucking book of fallacy somewhere else. i'm perfectly fine burning in a make believe hell. god sells, i'm not buying. false hell, now stop lying.